Lisa was my almost-sweetheart during my high school years. She was in grade 10, and I was in grade 11. Respectively, she was also a year younger than me. Sometime after we first connected, she boldly offered to suck my dick. We were both immature, and after a few rounds of that immaturity, obviously, nothing more became of us.
^ As you can see, like most people, she spelled my name wrong.
We lost touch a year later, only to cross paths again a few times after high school. One time, she called me in tears. Her boyfriend was abusing her. She was pregnant. With Albert’s help, we rescued her that night, driving three hours to take her back to her parents’ house. Albert, ever the loyal and selfless friend, had an important university exam that same morning, but he never hesitated.
Lisa and I lost touch again not long after that.
Then, around 2008-2009, she resurfaced briefly. By then, she had transformed into a sex bomb of sorts – the kind of woman who carried an air of confidence and allure, yet something about her still felt frozen in time. She came and went. Then again recently, we reconnected, after even more years apart. While her body had aged, her mind was still tethered to the past.
That’s what trauma does to some people.
It doesn’t just break them – it anchors them to the exact moment they shattered.
When we first reunited a few months ago, I had casually propositioned her for a friends-with-benefits arrangement, but after talking to her more, I realized something. We wouldn’t work. Not even as friends. Her mind was still stuck in the same place it had been decades ago, and I couldn’t pretend otherwise.
It’s a shame. Had she evolved from everything she endured, I think we could have had something meaningful – something worth exploring. Maybe not a relationship, but at least a connection with depth and understanding. Instead, she remains where she has always been, flickering in and out of my life like a light that never fully turns on.
Isn’t this the same woman who borrowed money from you to buy a dress and returned it the next day after wearing it to a dinner?
Perhaps your way of slapping sense into her is too harsh? She needs a friend that says it how it is without bashing her at the same time. It seems she’s too used to having useless friends that tell her what she wants to hear. Then again, I can’t stand people like her no matter what trauma she may have experienced. No accountability is a huge turn off. I LOL’ED HARD at “Someone who is human, is alive, breathes air, and has a brain.” There isn’t a lack of people with such low standards in potential mates unfortunately.
It’s unfortunate to hear that Lisa V has faced such challenges in her relationships but trauma does that to people. As an outsider I cannot fault her for her wishy washy attitude but I know it can be frustrating to have someone like that in your life.
DO NOT KEEP TOXIC PEOPLE IN YOUR LIFE. You found out she has next to no self accountability and so your blog about her while pinpoints sentiment, ultimately, is a rant about how annoyed you are with her. THERE ARE A LOT OF ANNOYING THINGS in life but it seems you are tending to the annoyance of women so incredibly open. NOT SAYING YOU SHOULDN’T BLOG ABOUT SHIT. I AM SAYING is Lisa V worth blogging about!?